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21 September 2004 @ 11:43 am
way to go  
I hitched a ride to the only Jo-Ann's in the area on Thursday, hoping to pick up materials for Fuu's final armor. Alas that they didn't have a damn thing! You'd think with Christmas coming up, there'd be more variety in the green material ...

On Friday, I got scolded three times over. Once in front of class for not making a neat copy of the word "sartorial" in the Oxford English Dictionary, once for trying to learn the new password, and once as part of the choir, simply for sucking.

On Saturday, I got sick. I awoke at 4:00 a.m. and was unable to return to sleep. That night did not go over much better; I woke up at 3:00 a.m. and was unable to return to sleep. I survived the weekend on water, mostly, as food was incredibly unappetizing. I am no longer as sick as I was, but I am still quite congested.

When did I start to think that I was good at dealing with people? When did I become confident in my ability to read people, or to subtly make them do as I wish? Did I develop this assurance out of necessity, if only to keep things together despite not truly knowing what it is I am doing?

I have been told that I can move people, that I can change people. It is impossible to control people. One can only guide. nyxdae claims that I make people seem so simple in my impressions of them, but I do accept that there are vast numbers of causes for any particular action, and individuals may be motivated by deep things unknown to me.

My patience only goes so far ... I hate cleaning up after people, both materially and emotionally. I can only do so much before I get irritated with the effort and wish to be left alone. I am tired of listening to the complaints of others every day when they do not solve what they are so unhappy about, am sick of attempting to make miracles to fix it for them. I do not live to extinguish your emotional fires or the drama you cause, and I wish you would develop a sense of perspective about what you face ... this way, you can deal with your problems. Needling someone, attempting to be in the "top" position, this will not win you what you want. Having a tantrum in a meeting and storming out will not gain you peace.


I just got an email from my mother this morning.

I once had a very good friend who I had gone to school with since kindergarten ... let us call him Mr. Poet. He was an extraordinarily gentle person ... never the fastest in answer, for which he was often teased, but clever regardless, as he actually thought about what he said before he said it. He died in high school. Another good friend, Mr. Navy, who I have known since infancy, was also close to Mr. Poet. Mr. Navy lost his stepfather that same year in a terrible heart attack. Why is that not enough early, terrible death dealt to this group ...? My mother's email revealed that Mr. Poet's mother died over the weekend, at the age of 44, from a heart attack.

"Now [Mr. Poet] is back in the arms of his mother."

How much more of this ....
Current Mood: congested, angry, saddened
Current Music: Ulver - Nowhere/Catastrophe
hypertechie: zombiehypertechie on September 21st, 2004 04:33 pm (UTC)
you could always dye some fabric
it is fun. what type of material were you looking for?
maybe you could find it online. are you going to make your cape as long as the picture? i don't know how accurate we want to be. it would look really cool, but could be a really big pain in the ass, especially because umi has the two long skirts.
Giang (yang): Meececometeoraine on September 25th, 2004 09:43 am (UTC)
tired of listening to the complains of others every day when they do not solve what they are so unhappy about, am sick of attempting to make miracles to fix it for them.

I know that all too well. Sometimes I feel like screaming in their ears "do something about it!" but my soft side takes over and I have to give them the message in some subtle way. So frustrating.